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Hannah Lillith Assadi

My father insisted I eat red meat. ‘You’ll lose your brain without food,’ he said. A meal to him without beef was starvation.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

New York was always so beautiful in the very crux of parting with it.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

Her father kneels and unclasps the urn. Above the waves she falls graceful as snow, my sister, my Sonora.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

Find someone who loves you more than you love them.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

When you are rich, your past disappears. You get everything you want when you want it . . . Everyone wants to know you. Everyone wants to be your friend.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

You know the most common phrase in the movies is ‘let’s get out of here?

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

I loved the abandoned subway stations, rushing past the darkened platforms, the sprawl of graffiti like old letters. Letters left by ghosts.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

My father, a Palestinian, and my mother, an Israeli, met in a bar in New York. Their encounter was a blue shift. An anomaly. A collision. In the end, I understand, it is only for this we live. All I ever wanted was to love.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

I was born walking, born in the nowhere between galaxies.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

Through my sudden tears, the train lights smeared like shooting stars. Lying before the rippling blue window, below the slurred lights of the world above, it was as if we were underwater.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

I asked the boy who wept what it felt like, crystal meth, the prettiest name for a drug besides heroin. Crystal methamphetamine. His head fell back. He closed his eyes, then opened them. ‘Come on, you know . . . you’re just high as fuck.’ Then in a dramatic whisper: ‘Everything goes silent like a midnight of the mind.

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Hannah Lillith Assadi

Like hunting for a dead beloved’s face among the living, in places, we find the place we loved before.

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